Joey Was n't Just a skillful Guy ....

by Larry Malone

In the old region, days ago, the news"gay"was never used. and disparagingly,"they"were

called"queer"or"fags"and were n't accepted at all. So, in those daytime,"they"did n't subsist ... except for Joey.

Joey was n't gay, he was just ..."a well-disposed prissy guy."Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to take a crap you glad, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop curtain to his human knee, angle out your cock and start suction. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that was n't too world. I do n't have sex when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made dearest to a cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his aspect and inside the nerve of his sass. Guys very seldom hold out very long mainly

because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that good. He always swallowed every bead. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt feelings or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a full grown adult he kept a childlike attitude of life sentence. He had the Same posture in happily running an errand for you for a pack of fag, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well hung"and some of the favors he performed for the region included some especial favor for the older widowed and divorce dame. But since Joey could also be trusted to keep on a mystery, no one really cognise for sure as shooting if the rumour were dead on target. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related fortuity when he was in score school. With the conjugation insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey 's Mom never had to vex about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's little brother and everyone looked out for him and in return he gladly did odd jobs for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy.

One even, as the two of us sat on a stoop watching a joystick ball game in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in worldwide, Joey looked at me and asked if we were"thoroughly friends."I smiled and said,"Sure, Joey why do you ask ?"He said he wanted to ask me a party favor and I said, go ahead. To my surprise he said,"Could I fuck you ?"I shouted"WHAT ! Why would you ask me something like that ?"He cowered, ducked and covered his head with his manus and said"Do n't hit me."I told him I was n't going to hit him but why would he ask me something like that. His resolution surprised me. He said a twain of the guys liked to have it off him ( this was news show to me ) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would finger if he did it to someone else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all"his good

friends"but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he did n't interpret why if they could do it to him why he could n't do it back.

It dawned on me it was going to be catchy attempting to explain to Joey the two-baser standard men in the neighborhood had, especially in those twenty-four hours. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal relation, that 's considered masculine but it was not OK to be the"fuckee"and let some one do that to you, that 's considered feminine. So I just said,"most guys do n't care to do that and never do it."That seemed to make sense to him and he said"What about you ?

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That 's when I flashed back to my vernal days when I was at a boys camp one summer and where cat did everything to each other all summertime long without any one cerebration anything about it. We just considered it"tiddler stuff"but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guilt and mark started to get attached to any thing but"male/female sex."

I looked at Joey and lied and said I never thought about it. Innocently he looked at me and said,"Could you think about it as a favor to me ? I 'll let you do it to me first if you want."That got my attention and my cock twitched inside my pant. I did start to think about it and remembered how lots I enjoyed being both the"bottom"and the"top"when I was young at that ingroup but then all the guys were a lot smaller, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully grow cock, especially if Joey was as hung as people said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the neighbourhood would n't sympathize me doing"a favour like that"for him. He beamed and said,"But you did n't say"No. I swear no one would ever find out."I was n't sure enough of that and asked him how he could be so sure. He said he had been giving it a lot of thought and since his Mom went to church keno every Monday night, he always had their place alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was correct, no one would ever see me go to his situation and I knew Joey would never say a parole of what we did. I smiled and said he had a good program and we should try the programme that coming Monday. You would think I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so happy he jumped for joy and kept a grin on his case the residual of the day.

When Mon came, Joey made sure I would remember what we were going to do that evening and said his Mom again reminded him she was going to bingo and would be home late. I told him I would be there at 7 and for him to make surely he showered and was clean inside and out like I was going to be. He said he understood. At 7 I was at his door and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his sleeping room. His room was swell and his bed had overbold sheets on it with strategically placed towels on top. He asked me if I wanted to go first and"do him"which I did. Joey took off his towel revealing how hung indeed he was, the rumors were honest, he had to be 8 ”, full-length and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a thermionic valve of lube, I told him to go for off, I would use it when I was ready. I took off my clothes and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to piddle this"dainty guy"feel really overnice. I was sure enough"the others"had Joey suck them knockout and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied.

I lay between his leg and spread his pale, broad, ass cheeks that revealed an almost pink hairless jam. As I got closer I smelled the grievous bodily harm and it was apparent he really was sportsmanlike so I started to contribute him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer cantonment days. I licked his trap and enjoyed the pleasing moans of pleasure Joey was purring and ran my tongue up and down his crack cocaine as I slowly reached under him and pulled his cock from under him so I could suck it when I was n't tonguing his jam. I eventually stiffened my tongue and started to enter his tight piddling hole and felt him relax as I continued to probe him with my fixed tongue. Soon I was fully lingua fucking his muddle and he was raising his mid section off the bed to get more of my clapper into him. I felt his cock was rock hard and starting to ooze pre-cum so I reached for the lubricator. I coated my 7-1/2"untrimmed tool liberally with it then packed some more into and around his hole. I shifted position and aimed my cock head teacher at his gaping mess and started to slowly alleviated in.

Joey was moaning and wiggling and saying things like how adept it felt and how different it was from what the early guys did and he never felt anything like what I was doing to him. When I was completely into him all the pleasant memories came back of what it felt like that summer and how lots I enjoyed it but now it was even better. I started to screw him deep long diagonal and he in takings fucked me back by raising his ass to meet my knife thrust. It had been a long prison term since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and tight that trap was. It was a substantially carnal experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at camp and a lot young and a lot modest. I enjoyed the to the full closeness along the my entire stiff shaft. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no counter and quickened my pace and spud my load deep into Joey 's ass. It was the most satisfying climax I ever had in a long prison term and collapsed on his spine trying to watch my breath.

When my intimation came back to normal, I eased out of Joey 's hole and rolled over onto my dorsum. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In answer, I rolled over onto my belly and spread my wooden leg. Joey immediately got between them and started to lick my hole as I had done for him. I guess he acknowledge if he enjoyed it so much, I would too. He learned fast and I was able-bodied to relax and let his knife enter fully a lot sooner than he had let me do it to him. It felt great. I raised my ass up to forgather his face thrusts and get as much of his rigid tongue into me as I could. It felt howling I was afraid I was going to flash another warhead so I told Joey,"To get into me and start fucking me."He got on his human knee and reached for the lube and coated my anal channel and his now rock hard peter that looked like it was at to the lowest degree 9 ”. I felt the tip at my ruck and tensed not knowing what I was going to experience but I had n't realized all the glossa fucking and my exciting anticipation had my hole gaping open enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the slightest of uncomfortableness with a lot of fullness and gratification. Joey paused instinctively to love the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the intrusion. Feeling no real pain I pushed back and my ass sucked his putz a little deeper into me. Joey got the tinge and started to slowly eat the sleep of his tool deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the full feeling and I 'm sure enough he was enjoying the unequaled pixilated fit and the heat energy from the anal TV channel as I did. I could feel his cock throbbing abstruse inside me and wanted to feel what it was like to actually get fucked and flooded with cum so I started to push back and pull forward, Joey got the jot and started to fuck me to the full deep strokes. Joey was able to hold off cumming for at least twenty minutes and both of us enjoyed the many types of thrusting and gyration both of us were able to accomplish during that metre. Finally, I told Joey I was going to shoot another load and for him to get together me. He quickened his pace and quickly I could feel him flooding my inside with his incumbrance which triggered my sec lading to shoot under me onto the towel on the bed. Joey collapsed onto my spinal column and I felt his dig breathing as his pectus heaved as he sucked in huge quantities of air. I was able to mutter and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to feel like."His answer was"bettor !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his breathing was normal, he started to fuck me again in dull slash, he wanted seconds and who was I to refuse him that pleasure since I was enjoying it as much as he was.

We barely got the cum soaked towels off the bed and everything cleaned up in time for me to leave just before his mother got back. After that nighttime, Joey and I were"really honorable friends"and had a number of standardised common pleasure group meeting on a regular base and no one ever ound out .